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For a dude who was constantly short of cash, Jeremy could be pretty resourceful when it came to some glittering object he coveted. (Which might have been the cause of his cashflow problem, alongside the staggering student debt he’d racked up before dropping out of BU, now that I think of it.) A week after […]

Post mortem

May 9th, 2018

I forgot how awful the waiting can be. In some ways, it was worse than what I experienced after my mother’s death. The magnitude and suddenness of that loss left a gaping psychic wound, but that pain managed to give me something upon which to concentrate. My grandmother’s death was a more protracted affair — […]

My grandmother passed away yesterday morning. It was sudden, but not unexpected. If you’ve read the autobio stuff I’ve written here, you’ll know she had been a huge part of my life from infancy right up through adulthood. I’ll probably have more to say about it in the near future, but I’m too busy trying […]

After putting in a couple of years at UMass Boston, Lil Bro transferred to the Amherst campus because they had a far more robust earth sciences program than their coastal cousin offered. It was the first time we’d been separated since his birth (if you don’t count the month he spent living with my aunt […]

Which came first

December 12th, 2017

My maternal grandfather hailed from a rural community in the northern part of Androscoggin County, Maine. His name was Charlie, and God help anyone who assumed it that was just a diminutive of “Charles.” His family migrated between Maine and Somerville, Massachusetts where Charlie’s father worked seasonally as a trolley conductor. They’d sock away enough […]

I am not a social creature by nature, but this time of year always makes me feel a little nostalgic about the holiday parties of my childhood. Dealing with the crowds and noise was a vastly different affair as a kid than it is for an adult. Apart from the requisite, perfume-reeking “OH MY YOU […]

Every dysfunctional family is dysfunctional in its own way. There are some who hide the nightmare behind a facade of normality and others who romanticize their bizarre behaviors. My family fell into the latter category, glossing over the pain and self-destructive behaviors with a proudly bohemian narrative. It was rationalization as a form of pride, […]

While I was up surveying my grandma’s attic last month, I pulled a copy of William Hope Hodgson’s The Boats of the “Glen Carrig” from my late grandpa’s stash of old fantasy novels to take home with me. I picked that book in particular because I knew Hodgson was one of my grandfather’s favorite writers, […]

Treasures buried

September 19th, 2017

My grandma celebrated her 90th birthday last weekend, so I stopped by her place with a card and some candy. In previous years, I tried to keep these visits as brief as possible — “hi/how are you doing/that’s great/gotta run.” My family isn’t really known for its sense of closeness in a physical sense. We […]

Since the nightmarish memoryscape of the mid-1980s has become something of a theme this week, herpes I might as well go all in with a photo which you may or may not be familiar with…

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